I would lay down so I was eye level when Karen would squat and cut loose a stream of pee. Karen would get on her knees so she was at eye level with my...cock in order to see everything. After the first couple of times I started putting my hand out in direct line with her stream so I could not only see her, but feel the warmth of her urine pouring over my hand. It would always cause me to intantly get a Hard-on. Karen really like holding my cock so she could direct the flow with one hand and run. Monday morning, I consulted with the alpha male sage of our mullet-sporting sub-group and he told me the straight dope on crashing through "the iron gates of life," with my sore-headed soda-can cock. The next time we met, I came equipped: a fire-engine red 76 Camaro, a four pack of peach wine coolers, a small jar of Vaseline I had liberated from my mom's medicine cabinet, and, most importantly, a raging erection. After a few drinks of the disgusting potent potables, we began our earnest quest. I grab your cock through your trousers and lead you to your bedroom, where i lay down on the bed and pull you on top of me, kissing you some more, my hand wanders down your boxers and starts to caress your hard cock. I feel your hand slide into my thong, brush lightly over my clit, then down and circles round my wet hole, you slide two fingers in and start to finger me, i feel you rubbing my g-spot, i start moaning, rubbing and wanking your cock harder. I turn us over so im on top, then pull. She put the paper on the table and made some comment asking what I thought of this. I responded back it was stupid of course and I couldn't believe John and Kim would try something like this. Neither of us said no or yes and tried to spend the rest of our evening doing regular things. Still a sexual tenseness was building and one we crawled into our bed that night it took seconds before Julia was all over me. Three days passed and neither Julia or myself mentioned the note or the show our.